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Only, in an image doth each walk habitually, Only, [in] vain, they are disquieted, He heapeth up and knoweth not who gathereth them.

And, now, what have I expected? O Lord, my hope -- it [is] of Thee.

From all my transgressions deliver me, A reproach of the fool make me not.

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